Poet Jane Hirshfield said "... the feeling I have about poem-writing (is) that it is always an exploration, of discovering something I didn't already know. Who I am shifts from moment to moment, year to year. What I can perceive does as well. A new poem peers into mystery, into whatever lies just beyond the edge of knowable ground."

I bring a different poem to the writing classes each week, not only to inspire but to introduce new poets to the group members.

Late Prayer by Erin Robinsong

May our weapons be effective feminine inventions that like life. 
May we blow up like weeds, and be medicinal and everywhere. 
May the disturbed ground be our pharmacy. 
May the exhausted hang out in the beautiful light. 
May our souls moisten and reveal us. 
May our actions be deft as the inhale after a dream of suffocation. 
May the oligarchs get enough to eat in their souls. 
May we participate in the intelligence we’re in. 
May we grow into our name. 
May political harm be a stench that awakens. 
May we not be distracted. 
Let our joy repeated be power that spreads. 
May our wealth be common. 
May oligarchs come out of their fortresses and become 
  psychologically well. 
May their wealth be returned to the people and places. 
May we shift slide rise tilt roll and twist. 
May we feel the very large intimacy 
And may it assist us.

~ from Rag Cosmology (Book Thug, 2017)